Just so there’s no confusion, I was saying I like the Superman of the early post-Crisis comics.
He can’t juggle planets, he can’t move faster than the speed of light, and Clark Kent is part of who he is, not some disguise. But above all, he’s fundamentally human – made as good a man as he is by the loving, supporting parents who raised him – not some distant alien loner, with an adoptive dad who tells him it’s alright to let people die if it protects his secret, who’s only good because of his genes.